Anyone else remember the "Drawers, long, aircrew" we were issued with after the massively overloaded Atlantic Conveyor sank, allegedly taking the entire MOD stocks of anything made in the previous twenty years to the sea bed?
At least, the sinking of that ship was the excuse we were given. It allowed stores to issue aircrew with underwear probably last worn in the trenches by the likes of Corporal Jones of Dad's Army.
The rubber buttons on the front were too large to go through the button holes so the crotch had to remain agape. After a single use the material stretched so badly that the gusset sagged to knee level and gave a level of fit around the legs that Nora Batty would have been proud of. To finally enhance the "dirty old man" look, the material was yellowing nicely.